The room is filled with the sound of laughter as we enjoy a moment of lightheartedness amidst the cleaning endeavors of the maids. Lily, in her enthusiasm to join the merriment, suddenly finds herself slipping on the freshly mopped floor, her feet losing their grip and her body descending rapidly to the ground.A collective gasp escapes our lips, quickly followed by uncontrollable laughter. Lily’s eyes widen in surprise as she hits the floor with a resounding thud, her limbs splayed in comical fashion. Amidst our fits of laughter, we struggle to regain our composure as Lily valiantly attempts to rise.“Ahhh why does it have to be this freshly mopped ground!” Blaming the slippery floor between bursts of laughter, Lily finds solace in the explanation for her unexpected fall. Another maid, perhaps a little too eager to assist, rushes to her aid, only to find herself succumbing to the treacherous floor as well. Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter.The
The next day, the time is 8:33am. The early morning sun casts its gentle rays across the compound, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow. I stand by the window, taking in the serene beauty of the surrounding gardens. The tranquility of the moment is interrupted by the distant sound of approaching vehicles. Curiosity piques within me, and I wonder who could be arriving at such an early hour.As the vehicles draw closer, the low hum of engines fills the air. I watch intently, my eyes scanning the driveway, eager to catch a glimpse of the visitors. The anticipation builds, but my view is partially obstructed by the lush foliage that adorns the entrance.Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I step closer to the window, hoping for a clearer view. The sound of car doors opening and closing reaches my ears, accompanied by the muffled voices of unfamiliar individuals. My heart quickens its pace, and I find myself growing more intrigued by the moment.Yet, as the minutes pass, the e
Lucien’s voice cuts through the air, his tone commanding and firm. “Enough, Lauren. Come with me.” His tired eyes bear a hint of frustration as he gestures for her to follow him. But Lauren refuses to back down, her determination evident in her voice. “No, Lucien. Natasha should come with us. She needs a break from all this.”The room hangs in tense anticipation, the air heavy with unspoken tension. I watch their exchange, silently hoping that my presence doesn’t worsen the already strained dynamic between them. Lucien’s gaze flickers to me, as if assessing the situation before relenting with a weary sigh. “Fine, she can come.”A glimmer of excitement lights up Lauren’s eyes as she turns towards me, her enthusiasm infectious. “Lucien, do you remember the old piano on the top floor?” Her words are filled with anticipation, and he nod, standing still as if memories of the musical instrument starts flooding his mind.“Do you still have it?” She asks eagerly and Lucien simply gives a dr
Five days ago before present time I sit comfortably on the plush couch, engrossed in my phone as my fingers deftly scrolled through various articles and social media feeds. My dark eyes scanned the screen until they landed on a captivating headline that caught her attention. “Press Conference Unveils Powerful Alpha and His New Bride,” it read. Intrigued, I tapped on the article, eager to uncover the details.As I began to read, a mixture of surprise and excitement washed over me. The article featured photos of a commanding man, Lucien, my own brother, accompanied by a woman who radiated elegance and grace. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the woman in the pictures was my own brother’s bride. A wave of emotions surged through her, a mixture of joy and curiosity.Unable to contain my excitement, I quickly dialed Lucien’s number and pressed the phone to my ear, my face flushed with anticipation. The phone rang a few times before he finally picked up, his voice curt and devoid
As I settled into my seat on the plane, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the breathtaking view outside the window. The vast expanse of land stretched out beneath me, with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily in the azure sky. It was a moment of tranquility, a chance to reflect on the journey ahead.With a sense of excitement, I took out my phone and dialed Lucien’s number. The call connected, and his familiar voice filled my ears.“Hey, Lucien,” I greeted him, trying to contain my enthusiasm. “Guess what? I’m coming over!”There was a brief silence on the other end, and then I heard a hint of panic in his voice. “Lauren, you’re coming? When? I need to make arrangements, ensure someone is there to pick you up from the airport.”A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Lucien, the ever-controlled and stoic figure, showing signs of worry. It was a rare sight, and it made me feel a mixture of amusement and warmth.“I’ll be arriving tomorrow evening,” I replied, my voice fille
The elevator door dings and opens, revealing a spacious room bathed in soft lighting, it is so beautiful and simple at the same time. It seems to be designed for hosting events, with its ample space and elegant decor. My eyes are immediately drawn to a grand and weathered piano placed prominently in the center of the room, its ebony and ivory keys glistening under the gentle glow. Lauren grabs my arm excitedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Come on, let's check it out!" she urges me, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She looks at me with a mischievous smile and asks, "Can you play?"I shake my head, feeling a bit nervous. "No, I'm afraid not," I reply honestly. But Lauren doesn't seem discouraged. She scans the area and spots some dust on the piano and the seat. Without hesitation, she whips out her phone and makes a quick call, instructing the maids to come and dust off the piano. She then tugs at my arm again, urging me to follow her.We move swiftly across the room, o
With a sardonic smile playing on his lips, Lucien wastes no time in making a snide comment about our singing abilities.Lucien say with a sardonic smile “Well, well, well. What do we have here? A private concert, I presume?”With a stern glare at Lucien, Lauren replies “Can’t you see we’re enjoying ourselves? We don’t need your negativity.”“Yeah, Lucien. Can’t you just let us have a moment of happiness?” I say with a strong and determined demeanor Lucien begins to approach us, his imposing presence causing the atmosphere to grow tense.Lucien with a mocking tone “Happiness? Well, I’m here to bring a dose of reality, I suppose. Your singing could use some improvement, wouldn’t you agree?” Lauren say through gritted teeth “ You always have something negative to say, don’t you? Can’t you ever just be supportive?” The remark pierces through the air, leaving a bitter taste in our mouths and causing our brows to furrow in annoyance and anger.As he begins to approach us, the atmosph
Two days earlier, I pace the room, my mind filled with worry and frustration after ending the call with Lauren. How could she be so careless as to announce her return home during such a dangerous time? The thought gnaws at me, fueling my restless movements. I reach for my phone and dial Adam’s number, knowing he will understand the urgency of the situation.“Adam,” I say, my voice laced with concern. “We have a problem. Lauren is coming back home, and it’s completely unplanned.”There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line before Adam responds, his voice filled with exasperation. “Lucien, her decisions are reckless. We need to be prepared for any potential threats. I’ll gather a team of guards and arrange for a convoy of cars to pick her up from the airport.”Relief washes over me as I hear Adam taking charge of the situation. It’s moments like these that remind me why I rely on him. With his expertise and dedication, I know he will ensure Lauren’s safety.A sense of calm wash
We both stand panting in the middle of the forest, surrounded by broken trees and torn-up road. The air is charged with tension, and it's clear that neither of us is backing down. "You're a strong old man," I say, my voice tight. Raphael laughs, but there's a hint of bitterness in his laugh. "And you're a persistent young fella," he says. I can tell that he's getting tired, but so am I. This battle could go on for hours, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last.Raphael launches at me, his fist colliding with my face. I fly backwards, crashing into a tree. I try to stand up, but my body feels heavy and sluggish. My vision is blurry, and I can barely make out Raphael's figure through the haze. He walks towards me, his face cold and expressionless. I know he's about to deliver the final blow, and I can't do anything to stop him.As I stand there, resigned to my fate, I hear a voice calling my name. I try to focus, but my vision is still blurry. Then, I hear it again, and I realize it
I'm chasing the convoy of cars, and I manage to catch up to the last car in the line. I slash at the tires with my claws, and the car tumbles over onto its side. Five werewolves jump out, snarling and growling, their eyes glowing red with rage. They leap towards me, ready to fight. I stand my ground, ready to face them.As the werewolves charge towards me, I leap into action. I meet the first werewolf head-on, blocking its claws with my own. We clash together, our claws and teeth tearing at each other, snarling and snapping. I feel the other werewolves closing in, and I know I have to act fast. I twist away from the first werewolf, kicking it in the chest as I spin. I duck under the claws of the second werewolf, landing a punch to its gut. The third werewolf leaps at me, but I grab it by the throat and toss it aside.The fourth werewolf swipes at me with its claws, and I feel the skin on my arm tear. But I ignore the pain, focusing on my opponent. I grab the werewolf's arm and twist i
I try to push myself to my feet, but it's like my body has given up on me. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but then I feel a warm touch on my shoulders. "Lucien," a familiar voice says. I look up, and I see Natasha, standing over me. I'm surprised to see her here, but I'm also relieved. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I can't just stay home while everyone else is fighting," she says, her eyes determined. "This is my mess too." Natasha helps me to my feet, and I feel a little better. Then she takes out a knife and slits her wrist, offering me the blood that flows from the wound. I know that drinking her blood will make me stronger, so I take a drop. But as soon as I do, the strength rushes through me so fast that I lose my balance and crash into the stone floor of the temple. It's a jarring blow, but I feel my strength returning. I look up at Natasha, and I see a determined look on her face. "We have to stop them," she says.Before I can even get to my feet, I'm kicked in the sid
After our first clash, Arturo raises his hands, his fingers glowing with power. He shouts "Let thunder be my guide!" and a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, heading straight for me. I leap out of the way just in time, the lightning striking the ground where I was standing a moment ago. I pounce on Arturo, my claws tearing into his chest. He staggers back, but then he laughs. "You're fast," he says, his eyes glittering. "But let's see if you can keep it up and if that was not a fluke."Arturo's power is incredible, his spells strong and fast. But my current strength is a match for him. I leap and dodge, the trees around us cracking and falling as our battle rages on. Leaves and twigs fly through the air, and the earth shudders with every blow we land. It's a fierce and deadly dance, and I can feel my strength waning. But I won't give up, not until the battle is won.I lunge at Arturo, aiming to take him down, but he's faster than I thought. He sidesteps my attack, and then his h
There's a shortcut to the temple, and I know it like the back of my hand. It's a winding path that few know about, and it's shrouded in mystery. As we run, our speed increases, until we're moving at the maximum speed that a werewolf can travel. The air rushes past us, and I feel like I could run forever. But there's no time for that now. We need to reach the temple before Aurora does.We're stopped in our tracks by a huge crack in the earth. It's as if an earthquake has split the land in two. I'm about to jump across when Sam appears, teleporting in a flash of light. "This is the advantage of being a witch," he says, a smug grin on his face. "I can just teleport across." I feel a surge of annoyance, but I know he's right. I grin, and I leap into the air with all the strength I have. I feel the wind rushing past me, and for a moment, I feel weightless. Then I land on the other side, my feet hitting the ground with a thud. Jacob is still on the other side, looking at me in disbelief.
“All I know is a Sarvic’s blood is enough to boost the spiritual power of any being and it’ll be extremely helpful in boosting the individual’s ability” mother said and in the twinkle of an eye, before I can even react Lucien slits my wrist open and there’s a cup in his hand, he takes my blood. As if that’s not enough he dashes at Jacob and forces a few drops into his mouth. He takes some for himself before stretching the rest to Sam, “drink up” a diabolical tone in his voice. Lucien’s too scary for me to actually believe he’s lovable.I hold my wrist, the pain searing through my body. My eyes are full of fury as I glare at Lucien. "Why did you do that?" I demand. "Why did you slit my wrist so that you could taste my blood?" Lucien stands before me, and he is the picture of calm. He seems unfazed by my anger, and it only fuels my rage. "Your blood is special, Natasha, according to your mother," he says. "It's powerful. I think I might need it for my plan to work." His words send a chi
A devious smile spreads across my face as a brilliant idea forms in my mind. I look around, taking in my companions: a single witch, a werewolf, and myself. "This will have to do," I say, my voice low and dangerous. Sam and Jacob exchange a wary glance, as if they can sense the dark thoughts churning in my mind. I can see the fear in their eyes, but I know they're with me to the end, not entirely sure about Sam though. I turn to Sam, an expectant look on my face. "Can you clone yourself?" I ask, hoping for a positive answer. His expression falters, and he shakes his head. "I can't," he says, sounding a little embarrassed. I feel a pang of guilt, knowing that I'm asking more of him than he's capable of. Suddenly, we hear a voice from the kitchen area, as if from a great distance. "Cloning spells are one of the easiest ancient spells a witch should know," it says, its tone full of knowledge and experience.We turn, and there's Alphana, Natasha's mother. She's an enigmatic figure, shrou
I stir from my sleep, a persistent knocking sound breaking through my slumber. I glance over at Natasha, who's sleeping peacefully, and decide to investigate the noise myself. I throw on a robe and head downstairs, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor. I see Jacob, already on his way to answer the door. He stops in his tracks and bows low as I approach. "What is it?" I ask, my voice cold and commanding. Jacob shrugs, looking just as puzzled as I am. He opens the door, and my eyes remains the same for the lack of surprise surprise. Sam stands there, a sly grin on his face. I want to slap that smug expression right off his face, but I keep my cool, my expression stony. "What do you want?" I ask, my voice like ice. Sam chuckles, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Just wanted to pay a visit, Lucien," he says, his tone overly casual. I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed."Of course, I'm not here for a visit," Sam says, rolling his eyes. His expression turns serious, and he fixes me with a
I look at Natasha, Jacob, and her mother, who are all looking at me expectantly. "I'd like to tell you a story," I say, my voice calm and measured. "A story about how I came to be the man I am today." They all nod, leaning in to listen. I clear my throat, and begin. "I was born into a family of myth and power...""My father and mother were the rulers of a powerful pack of werewolves," I say. "They were the alpha and Luna, and their rule was unquestioned. But their power made them enemies, and one day, their own comrades turned against them. They were betrayed, and they were killed." I pause, my heart heavy at the memory. "My sister, Lauren, and I were banished from the pack. We were left to fend for ourselves, and we struggled to survive." I feel my anger rising, but I keep my voice even. "It was then that I vowed to never be weak again. "I turned away from all emotions and friendships," I continue. "I focused only on gaining power and strength. I worked hard, took risks, and did thi